THUNDERBOLTS

chapter 5

his voice boomed and his eyes were almost always closed.

world load. Fibrous forehead like wanting to blow up who knows. Hand

weeping. When and where. Nonexistent

his right, who was holding a Bible, was trembling as if he was lifting a 30-kilo barbell.

If I told you Watti's soul was amazing, I was wrong. My brother is nothing compared to one

these. The high pressure that wrapped up all of his words made Bang Nelson grotesque. "Oh, Jesus”-the

being the opening word at the end and beginning of each sentence-sounds to be “O Yeso”. “Holy Spirit" to “Oh

Kodos”. “God" becomes "Tuk Han". Add more shakes

throat like a ninja growl. This heart is instantaneous

dragged so the name "Elek-thrrra" know-how called.

Bang Nelson asked me to stand up.

A nats was then read, I do not remember what and what verse. The point is, I can't be born again if that dark power isn't discarded first. And even moments of redemption

commenced. Bang Nelson rested his hands on my head sitting on my knees. He screams and screams. Calls, "Tuk Han”, “O Yeso", "Oh Kodos”. Yang

others chimed with murmurs, “cas cus" and explosions,

"oh!". My tension is mounting. The room changed

becoming a beehive. The buzzing, hissing, and murmuring, evaporated up and choked the atmosphere.

Bang Nelson suddenly repeated the same words

not at all understandable. Not in English, or

English, or Sundanese, or Batak. Not the language of which country

pun. So foreign and complicated, I can't even afford it

repeat a single word. Sounds like a sound of mom

jungle forest during mating season. Longtime. Lama.

My legs are starting to ache and presumably Bang Nelson knows. He too

surprise, a loud scream.

"In the name of Tuk Han Yeso, all the demons in this body...

OUT!"

That sound, buslet, very loud! Body jerks. Not only that, my consciousness was shaken. All suddenly dark. I was unconscious.

Wake up, I'm home. In the bed of Dedi.

This body is very limp, my jaw is sore like just chewing a bang. The door is half open, and,

my ears that were starting to stand by slowly caught up with the conversation

people out there. There's Dedi, Watti, and Bang Nelson.

My childhood memories of him were not many even though he was practically the only parent I had.

Therefore, this event is very inherent in memory. The first time I heard Dedi was angry. My father, who

all his life irritate the vocal cords, suddenly speaking

many with relatively high tones. He nags Watti.

“How you are, anyway! Why even let stand for a long time, not a sneak helped?"

Watti, in a half whining voice, defended himself.

"Yes, run out, Watti, right, forgot, Ded."

"Your own sister, I can forget!" jolted Dedi again.

Bang Nelson tried to mediate. “For a while, Om.

The release of dark power is not without risk. Perhaps the devil who made Etra sick also came to loose—"

"He's got epilepsy!" cut Dedi hard. “Lha, this,

her brother who knows, really, is not even quick to nolongin. That's the one I wonder about! The person whose father relapses must be helped quickly, fortunately the tongue of the Etra is not bitten. Till

your mouth is foaming you guys are still doing nothing! You guys are whos, is he? Five years he never

under attack. How, can you suddenly hit again?”

"Yes, that's it, Om. Devil epilepsy yang—"

"That's disease! THE DISEASE! If you want to heal, yes, to

doctor!"

That day, Dedi rediscovered his confidence over

his faith. It is no longer a matter of who excels above whom. Dedi accepted that he and Nelson, indeed, stood on different levels. For Dedi, live

is an electrical circuit that can be broken down and assembled. Broken or not is just a technical problem without having to blame anyone. For Bang Nelson, life is a matter of balancing two forces. Dark and light. All phenomena

positive means God and all that is negative becomes the work of General Lucifer. My illness is no exception. Till

he created what he called "the devil of epilepsy".

And, I got a new picture of my father. The man behind this Swan singlet shirt has power in the simplicity of his demeanor.

The work that didn't make him rich coated our family with a separation wall. Since childhood

I know, the Wijaya family is not included in the favorite ranks of the Huang family.

Dedi did the same job decades without adding a profit. My uncles did

the same work decades, but the results are decades

fold it. Dedi's car is one, ugly, and not changing, while our uncles are changing every two years

cars and their numbers keep growing. Dedi is also blamed for A-Pak because I and Watti did not call jiejie and meimei to each other, did not call A-Kbiu and

gugu to our uncle and aunt.